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Intro
00:13
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Shake Well
03:02
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Take a step outside and sniff the grass.
This stirring that has bunkered deep inside.
Glam yourself up. Drink yourself down.
Shake up all the whispers that you keep.
Glistening and breathing in the April sun.
Take a grip on the cap that holds you back.
Twist the lid. Fear the sip.
Take in all of the nutrients and throw it all about.
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Shaken up and spat back out
(Shake well! Shake well!)
A miniscule price you’ll spend
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Wake up in the morning to the window’s gleam
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Combine all of your trauma in a scream
Chug the coconut-y water as if you need it to live.
In a way you just might.
Release all of this tension in your right arm.
Shaking well might result in a tired display.
Coughing and spouting all of your gunk
The pressure that’s amounting is too much
Stop, breathe, collect all your thoughts
Stop until the only thing that’s left is the urge to
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Snake eyes on the paradise
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Keep all your feelings quick and concise
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Bottle up all your fears and run out of steam
(Shake well! Shake well!)
Combine all of your trauma in a scream
All I need to do is shake well
(All I need to do is shake well)
All I need to do is shake well
(All I need to do is shake well)
[and so on]
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She Refuses
02:54
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In a last ditch effort she runs again
Her march will end with much unturned
And she’ll measure her tiredness with how many bottles are on the sink
Monthly madness will come once more
Crawls upon the walls in her dreams
And she’ll measure her excitement with how hard her teeth marks sour
I’ll sell my soul to the glass and watch it drip
I’ll sell my soul to the jeans and feel the rip
I’ll ask a question and feel embarrassed
I’ll sell myself out and feel the grip
And she’s not prepared for when her 18th birthday hits her like a truck
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Confusing Heavy
02:40
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Measure the displeasure everybody sees here
Take a chance - strike a pose - confusing heavy - hate who you aren’t
Multiply then disperse, see how bad you make it
Light the fuse - dance around - confusing heavy - hate who you aren’t
Please tell him what you feel, see how bad it can turn
Talk to her - rationalise - confusing heavy
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5. |
WMG
02:19
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6. |
Freaking Out
03:27
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7. |
Avant Hard-on
01:29
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Witch's Soup
03:28
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Witch’s soup, this bright green goo
Cross her and, it might be you
Eye of newt, and leg of toad
She’ll make you lunch, then serve you whole
Old hag’s brew, infernal paste
Makes up for looks, but not for taste
Gratitude, a bite to chew
Not every day, this happens to you
It smells so nice, but something’s wrong
If you walk in, you might be long
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Exist/Hurt/Die
05:00
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Succeed to exist
Decay when you’d like
Whisper to a friend
Tired- why not lie?
Confusing complications
Remarks that hurt
Tie it all together
Then we can die
Fisticuffs for people who care
A kiss for people who dare
Make me beg on both my knees
A likely word to end her pleas
Hurt me if you’d like
Tell another truth I can’t accept
Wolf games are played in the dark
Be careful not to leave a mark
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10. |
Don't Be DST
01:07
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11. |
Game Of The Year
02:29
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A tab for those who want to try it out
Clinging to the beast and killing it dead
I don't wanna get off 'till my eyes are square
I just want an excuse to play the game of the year
The way you talk makes me feel really sick
Play with my feelings like an analogue stick
My psychonaut has a colossal fear
You just want an excuse to play the game of the year
Game of the year
2005
Game of the year
I'm barely alive
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12. |
Clean Season Jackets
03:49
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The insulting of your practices is the thing that gets us off
We claim we are experienced but our feelings are all grof
Let’s look the way of the cheering squad, it distracts us from ourselves
Tackle these thoughts without hesitation; we can’t control the things they expell
Clean season jackets (x4)
Let’s push down all the scrawny ones, we love the way they squirm and groan
We pick apart their masculinity, but we’re insecure of our own
Take a few knees to the head - and act like it’s all okay
Stand back up and dust yourself off. We don’t want to muddy our
Clean season jackets (x4)
Clean season jackets (x4)
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Wolf Games
02:28
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Wolf games are tit for tat
They’ll spit on you when you strike back
Pelts covered in blood and dirt
Sticks and stones aren’t meant to hurt
Howling into the dead of night
A rabbit’s foot with struggled bite
Kings with things are wolves with wives
Kills with force, two rows like knives
Wolf games are played by rules
Wolf games are played by fools
A metaphor, a game of fetch
A kick in the side, a strain and retch
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